Emily Prentiss Oneshots

Not Alone

Emily's P.O.V

       Scrolling through my phone the chicken in the oven is just about done. I won't take credit for preparing it, but I was put in charge of making sure I removed it in time. It's been nearly three weeks since I found out Andrew was cheating and broke things off with him. Every moment since then has felt like a blur. He wasn't a good boyfriend or even really person. Having been together for over a year I wasn't in love with him at all, but I had, and still have, so much love for his daughter. At some point, she became the only reason I stayed. Even when he became physically abusive, I justified it because as long as it wasn't her.

       Working with profilers day in and day out it felt like it was impossible to hide it sometimes. Truthfully, I think they all knew something was going on but knew they'd only end up pushing me away if they began asking questions. It took him giving me an STI for me to call it and I feel like a fucking idiot for letting it get to that point. Thankfully it was that could be treated and as of yesterday, I tested negative for it meaning the antibiotics worked. That's what the dinner tonight is for.

       One of the best things to come out of all this is my newfound friendship with Rayne. When I found out Andrew had tested positive for something I absolutely panicked. I went to the first place I could think of that does walk-in testing which was Planned Parenthood. I hadn't been to anywhere close to that since Italy and it was the last place I wanted to be. I needed answers fast though without the Bureau finding out.

       Outside of the building stands a bunch of religious assholes that scream in the faces of people going in and out telling them their murdering babies. I sat in my car for a while just listening and staring. Their words brought back a lot of unwanted memories and feelings I thought I had shoved far enough now to never feel again but there I was. As I was working up the nerve to walk past them a woman a few years younger than myself with tan skin and curly dark hair knocked on my window. Until that moment I hadn't realized I was openly crying. Asking if I was okay I wiped my face and cracked my window telling her I was fine. She had seen straight through my bullshit but instead of calling me on it she simply asked if I needed her to walk in with me.

       I don't think I would have made it through everything without breaking down in these last few weeks without her. Everyday since we've texted, called, facetimed, or met up somewhere in the city. She's just so different from everyone else around me. Doing the job takes a toll and being around her feels like breathing fresh air. Being startled by a sudden banging on the door I quickly get up to see who it is. Using the peephole, I see it's Andrew.

       Freezing he bangs his fist against the door again and begins shouting. "Open the door Emily I know you're home!" When I don't do what he wants he kicks the wood between us as hard as he can.

       Jumping back with a yelp I knock into another body. "Whoa hey, it's just me!" Ray manages to keep us both from hitting the ground hands ending up on my hips to keep us steady. "Who is it? Is it Andrew?" Knocking the door handle jiggles as he continues to try to get in. "Get your phone and hide! Call your team I'll stall him." Doing as I'm told I grab my phone from where I left it on the couch and bolt to my room.

       Shutting the door behind me I rip open my closet crawling back into the far corner pulling my clothes far enough back to hide me. In the distance, I hear a loud bang and muffled voices. He's definitely inside now and I can hear her voice more clearly than Ray's due to the fact he's practically screaming at the top of his lungs. Texting the team group chat our safe word within thirty seconds Hotch likes the message and I know they're on their way. I may be an agent but when it becomes personal all your training flies out the window.

       Covering my mouth with my palm to muffle my heavy breathing all I can do is sit and hope that Ray will be okay. For a few moments, everything becomes quiet, and I think maybe he's left. I thought wrong as a slap rings out and then a cry. What was probably the next maybe five minutes but felt like eternity there was a series of thumps, crashing, screaming, and all-out demolition. Then there's silence again.